The lengths mr H will go to to get me to write on this blog are quite incredible.
The bread rolls i made today were admittedly very hard, as in rock like, even I had to saw through one with the circular saw.
Mr H on the other hand would prefer to ham it up with the green godess hearth kit...Hammer and chisel!
He failed to mention i had prepared and cooked a fantastic indian supper or that the same bread dough had made super duper pizzas which he had guzzled down without the aid of hammer, tongs, chisels or even a jack hammer....infact he had not even had to find a sharp knife.
Three casseroles in the freezer, all because we want to go to France and be alone together....Be afraid, very afraid Mr H!
Thursday, 30 October 2008
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
i've had enough
I've had it all. Today has been a pretty horrible day.
Definitely not moving, my mother is giving everyone the run around and there's loads of questions about where the money has gone. I can see a mega family bust up on the horizon.
I've forgotten the grandchildrens birthdays.
I want to run away!
Now I've been forced into baby sitting out of pure guilt.
I wonder if i would have all this shit if i had tithed.
I really really want to run away.......and the worst of it is i know there are lots of people out there having an even worse day.
The optimist in me says it will be a better day tomorrow.....like hell!
Definitely not moving, my mother is giving everyone the run around and there's loads of questions about where the money has gone. I can see a mega family bust up on the horizon.
I've forgotten the grandchildrens birthdays.
I want to run away!
Now I've been forced into baby sitting out of pure guilt.
I wonder if i would have all this shit if i had tithed.
I really really want to run away.......and the worst of it is i know there are lots of people out there having an even worse day.
The optimist in me says it will be a better day tomorrow.....like hell!
Friday, 17 October 2008
OOOO! I love an auction!
It's Friday. I've baited Social services and they've bitten. chewed and spat out. Having won i can do something a bit more challenging, something that's going to jazz the old brain cells...like an auction.
Off i go, having perused the wares the previous night, made my notes, consulted the oricle...Gooogle and the like and priced up.
A quick second look incase i've missed something.
I survey the auction rooms to see which dealers are present.
The white haired guy with the Aussie hat nods to me...we've parcelled things up before. He likes clocks, oil lamps and needlework.
The big dealers are out in force, many from the big cities, who all deal in the quality furniture market, one guy i know from the capital who also has a retail outlet locally.
Some of them clock me, nod, smile, or glance a recognition....we are all sussing the oposition.
The biggest danger are those we don't know, the newcomers, those ordinary people, who quite often will bid stupid ammounts and drive up prices. They are the ones the auctioneers are looking for.
I saw a nice pine set of bedroom chest of drawers, normally they would go for £20. They went for just under what you would pay for them new....2 people were in the room who wanted them. They also wanted the beds i wanted.
Another day another auction!
A fridge freezer went for £35.00...I was hoping to get it for £5.00
There was a murmer of incredulity...someone behind me said they're mad, another, thats daft.
Thing is the economy is upside down, it's hard to tell what something is worth.
I was there to get the sofa, it was a bit flowery for my taste, but comfortable.
Just the thing for lounging in front of the telly!
There were some nice water coloures and a few pots, the maker of which i've been collecting. An Alfred Meakin dinner set i liked loads but not enough to put in a further bid.
The piece de resistance for me was perhaps an oak dresser, dating to around the date of the house we are buying.
I thought I'd better consult Mr H, after all this was quality and i thought would go for about £900.
A considerable sum for us to spend.
A little old lady saw me looking at the piece and declared she had been told it would reach 6-9 hundred but that a lot of dealers were there and it might reach £1300
She was very exited and a little detective work indicated that she had the same initials as indicated the seller.
Don't be dupped!
The bidding started and Mr H was close by...£600, 650, 700, 750, 800, 850, 900, 950 and i bid a £thousand. £1050, 1100, £1100 i bid, i looked to see if that was ok and Mr H was missing....1150, 12000, £1250 and my hand went up 1300...etc.
I was out and so was Mr H.....I found him in the foyer, head in hands muttering.
It's ok it's at £1500 i said. He looked up in horror.....
No, not us.
US! You mean you his eyes said and then they registered we didn't need to find £1500 we havn't got.
It is not often i can get him in the seat of his pants....well not unless i'm driving.
Actually i'm sad. Nice house, nice dresser, just not meant to be......just yet.
Off i go, having perused the wares the previous night, made my notes, consulted the oricle...Gooogle and the like and priced up.
A quick second look incase i've missed something.
I survey the auction rooms to see which dealers are present.
The white haired guy with the Aussie hat nods to me...we've parcelled things up before. He likes clocks, oil lamps and needlework.
The big dealers are out in force, many from the big cities, who all deal in the quality furniture market, one guy i know from the capital who also has a retail outlet locally.
Some of them clock me, nod, smile, or glance a recognition....we are all sussing the oposition.
The biggest danger are those we don't know, the newcomers, those ordinary people, who quite often will bid stupid ammounts and drive up prices. They are the ones the auctioneers are looking for.
I saw a nice pine set of bedroom chest of drawers, normally they would go for £20. They went for just under what you would pay for them new....2 people were in the room who wanted them. They also wanted the beds i wanted.
Another day another auction!
A fridge freezer went for £35.00...I was hoping to get it for £5.00
There was a murmer of incredulity...someone behind me said they're mad, another, thats daft.
Thing is the economy is upside down, it's hard to tell what something is worth.
I was there to get the sofa, it was a bit flowery for my taste, but comfortable.
Just the thing for lounging in front of the telly!
There were some nice water coloures and a few pots, the maker of which i've been collecting. An Alfred Meakin dinner set i liked loads but not enough to put in a further bid.
The piece de resistance for me was perhaps an oak dresser, dating to around the date of the house we are buying.
I thought I'd better consult Mr H, after all this was quality and i thought would go for about £900.
A considerable sum for us to spend.
A little old lady saw me looking at the piece and declared she had been told it would reach 6-9 hundred but that a lot of dealers were there and it might reach £1300
She was very exited and a little detective work indicated that she had the same initials as indicated the seller.
Don't be dupped!
The bidding started and Mr H was close by...£600, 650, 700, 750, 800, 850, 900, 950 and i bid a £thousand. £1050, 1100, £1100 i bid, i looked to see if that was ok and Mr H was missing....1150, 12000, £1250 and my hand went up 1300...etc.
I was out and so was Mr H.....I found him in the foyer, head in hands muttering.
It's ok it's at £1500 i said. He looked up in horror.....
No, not us.
US! You mean you his eyes said and then they registered we didn't need to find £1500 we havn't got.
It is not often i can get him in the seat of his pants....well not unless i'm driving.
Actually i'm sad. Nice house, nice dresser, just not meant to be......just yet.
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